That is literally what it is called here. “So have you had the obligatory Colin Farrell sighting yet?” There is also “the obligatory Bono sighting”, etc.
The energy around celeb-sightings is very much Irish, and very much New York-ish. Both groups of people see celebs all the time, and so we are singularly unimpressed. “Oh, look, there’s Uma!!” “Oh yeah, whatever, I see her at this juice bar all the time.” No big deal. In Ireland it is the same way – especially with the local Irish celebs
I saw Farrell down near Grafton Street. He walked right past me. It was a rainy day, he had on a raincoat with the hood up, he was smoking, he looked completely anonymous, like any other passerby, and he was much shorter than I imagined him.
So now I can write home:
— Saw the Book of Kells
— Saw the Cliffs of Moher
— Saw Belfast
— Saw Colin Farrell
Mission accomplished.
*pictures colin farrell, even a short-looking colin farrell, walking past her on a rainy street in ireland, hood up, smoking*
…
*dies*
He was probably thinking to himself:
“Jaysis, I put all that time into Alexander and it’s a total dud. Shit. Must get drunk. NOW.”
Wait…wait…did you go to St. James’ Gate? That’s my first stop when I visit Dublin. I imagine it will be the closest thing to a religious experience I will ever have.
Or… must get my hair cut.
Emily –
Sadly, no, we did not go there this trip.
I did go the last time I was in Dublin and felt I was strolling through the hallowed halls of mythology.
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